Title: The Other Side of Morning

Fandom: Moonlight

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: T to M

Pairings: Mick/Beth, Josef/Sarah

Spoilers: through 1X10 "Sleeping Beauty"

Summery: AU after 1X10. Beth heads to the bank not knowing she was about to walk into a hostage situation that would forever change her life.

Disclaimer: all I own is a stuffed unicorn…please don't sue and take my unicorn away…/sniffle/

AN: more moonlight? Why of course good people, of course!

And a Beth Turning fic no less…I don't intend to make the transition a cake walk for her either…

Prologue: Dreams

When at long last the darkness breaks

In the quiet of usual places

Let the striking clock sound

A tempo heart races

Beth could feel her body dying, her racing heart trying to pump the rapidly decreasing volume of blood. She could see the people around her, though the surroundings and faces were unfamiliar to her. They were speaking, Beth could see their mouths moving to form words, but there was no sound.

When courage comes unheeded

Between two steps before

And the Endgame seems hopeless

To fall to dark once more

Her breath was coming in shallow pants and Beth could feel the terror begin to creep up on her as breathing became more difficult. Vainly she searched for Mick's face in the crowd of people around her. Where was he? She didn't want to die with out seeing him again. She didn't want to die. Her vision was becoming spotty but she kept looking for him, calling for him, even as the taste of blood choked her.

When seven shades of red

Are all they have to hold

There are choices yet unchosen

And forgiveness to be told.

Her vision had gone completely grey now as her heart labored to pump the too-thin blood but, Beth could hear again. The voices were distant and disjointed the words making no sense. Where was Mick? Why wasn't he here? Maybe it was best if he wasn't here to see this. Beth didn't want him to have to watch her die. Terror had given way to desperation, desperation to live long enough to make sure Mick wouldn't feel guilty for not saving her. She has to make sure he understood that he hadn't failed her, it wasn't his fault.

"Mick, It's okay. It's not your fault." she said weakly.

"Beth, try not to talk."

She recognized that voice. Josh. Didn't he get it? She had to make sure Mick wouldn't blame himself for her death.

"No," she protested. She wanted to say more but she couldn't seem to hold onto the words, they kept dribbling away like water. Odd.

"Beth!" That anguished voice was unmistakable. Mick! She had to tell him. She tried to speak but there was no breath left to form words.

"If you're going to do it, you better pry her away from the DA first." Josef? Why was he here? What was going on? Beth couldn't remember. The taste of blood choked her again.

When shadowed paths converge

Then drift apart to see

Standing at the crossroads

Of who you're meant to be

The world was a dark forest. There was a light somewhere up ahead but she couldn't pinpoint the exact location. Where was she? Who was she? She couldn't shake the nagging sensation that the question was important somehow. She stood for a moment waiting to see if a name would come to her.

"Help me!" as voice screamed in terror somewhere in the shadowed trees ahead.

She sighed, abandoning her search for a name for the moment, and strolled off in the direction of the voice, her gait unhurried.

When you see a friend unlooked for

Reaching for a hand

Where one alone would falter

Two together stand

She reached a small clearing in the trees, little more then a widening of the trail where the woman stood screaming for help.

"Hush," she commanded softly.

The woman stopped screaming and turned to regard her calmly. "Do you know me?"

"Of course," she replied. "We'd better hurry we don't want to keep them waiting any longer."

The woman nodded as if that made sense to her. "Has it been long?"

"Does it matter?" She countered. "Now is when we have to go."

The woman nodded again and they headed off down the path together.

When you take that final step

And ignore that final warning

You awake again to find

The other side of morning

Hand in hand they fell into white-hot nothing. Names and memories were burned back into their skin as they returned to the world, but, nothing seemed to be in quite the same pattern as before.

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